I clenched my eyes closed, revisiting the fantasy.Thighs spread. Chin tilted back. Pussy stretched tight around my cocks. Begging for me to make sure every drop from both made its way into her sacred body.
“So—fucking—beautiful—” The words groaned and panted between my sharp teeth in rhythm with my stomach contracting for each thrust.
I pumped in and out of my fists. They were her, she was swallowing me whole. I didn’t know what anatomy was under that delicate dress of hers, and I didn’t care. All I needed was to inhale those traces of her blackberry aroma I’d rubbed on myself. To remember her warmth. Her taste. Her voice. The wayher cheeks visibly flushed even when bathed in the blue light of the grove.
My surroundings faded away as I fucked harder. My back flexed and my neck twisted with pleasure and strain. I would ruin her. Broken and bred. And then I’d rebuild her while my seed dripped from between those full thighs. A goddess devoured and defiled so she could be properly exalted.
She would be mine.
The unexpected sentiment invaded my lustful fantasies, causing my heart to stop. But only for a moment. As I pushed my hips down to slip my cocks back into my fists, my muscles tensed and every nerve in my body sparked alive. My mind went black. I groaned out into the silent night like a wild creature as I spilled all over the grass beneath me.
Amidst the guttural noises snarled between my clenched teeth was one name.
“Vivian.”
I collapsed onto my side, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. Had I ever done anything like that? Something had come over me. I wanted to think I’d tamed the beast, but the rush in my head told me I’d only fed it.
My eyelids cracked open, and what I saw made my stomach drop. There—shrouded in the glittering blues, teals, and whites of the grove—stood Vivian. Eyes wide, lips parted. Her dainty hands clutched the skirts of her dress with the same death grip I’d just had on my cocks as I came with her name on my tongue.
“Viv—” I panted, my mind reeling between carnal desire and fresh shame.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—I just—um—” she stuttered while taking several steps back. Her blackberry pheromones were thick enough for me to drown in.
I pulled myself to my feet, wiping my soiled lower hands on my denim while the upper ones tucked my cocks behind my zipper. I knew I was semi-feral and somewhat frightening, but I needed her to stop retreating. Now wasnotthe time for the thrill of a chase to take over. I still wasn’t in control of my urges.
“Don’t run,” I plead. It wasn’t wise to run from a hungry predator.
It was too late. She’d already turned on her heels and disappeared into the thick of the grove. The skirt of her pale dress rippled behind her through rays of cyan light.
Against all reason and guilt, a fire lit in my belly. The hunt was on. I ran after her, tasting her delicious traces on the wind.
I wouldn’t be the only creature tracking her for long. Shebetterhave one of those jars in the pocket of her dress or so help me, we would be having a serious conversation about common sense in a world of monsters. I wouldn’t always be around to protect her. Possessive hunger doubled my speed. She was mine to catch. Mine to consume.
Footprints in the damp ground. The scent of her arousal on the breeze. Crunching leaves in the distance. She couldn’t possibly be less discreet. Finally, her pounding heartbeat filled my sensitive ears as I cut around a tree and—on an instinct that was less than gentle afteryears of hunting to kill—shoved her into a nearby trunk.
“I told you not to run.”
“Theo,” she whimpered, her head tilted to stare past me. The whites of her eyes were on full display.
What stole her attention from me? I wasn’t in the mood to share.
My head whipped around so I could look over my shoulder. Ten yards away was a beast—standing on two legs and cloaked in mist—with a predatory skull for a head and large antlers catching just below the tree branches. Its maw parted, and from it came a deep, loud wail. A navy-blue tongue lopped from between its fangs. Through the black mist shrouding its body, claws flexed. A challenge for Vivian.
Maybe this creature found her first—in its own territory—but it wouldn’t lay claim to a single inch of her flesh. That wasmine.
I turned around, blocking the shrinking female against the tree trunk. My muscles began pushing outward as I grew, the seams of my clothing protested feebly. As my posture adjusted to my increasingly feral form, I released a warning roar.
I heard Vivian’s breath hitch. She was frightened by the sound—for good reason. Even half-feral, I could rip her limb from limb with one hand. She would see that power in action momentarily, if this monster challenging me for her life didn’t back the fuck off.
Bones rattled when the beast’s head tilted, sizing me up.
“If you’re gonna pick a fight, fuckingdoit!” I challenged. “She’s mine, and you’re wasting my time!”
Its bony jaw parted slightly and closed without a sound. Then, the black mist cloaking its body began vibrating—spreading—swallowing it into the shadows between the trees without a trace.
Wise decision.
Now I had Vivian to myself.
